THE ROSE OF TRALEE
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet it was not her beauty alone that won me,
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading,
And Mary, all smiling sat listening to me,
The moon through the valley, her pale rays were shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet it was not her beauty alone that won me,
Oh no, 'twas truth in her eye ever dawning.
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
In the far fields if India mid war's dreadful thunder,
She was a solace and comfort to me.
But the pale shades of death has now torn us asunder,
I'm lonely tonight for my Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet it was not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no,`twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR
My young love said to me, 'My mother wont mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind
And she stepped away from me and this she did say
It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.
She went away from me, and moved through the fair,
And fondly I watched her, move here and move there,
Then she went homeward with one star awake -
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake
Last night I lay dreaming, my true love came in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
She laid her hand on me, and this she did say
'It will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day'.
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
RED IS THE ROSE
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling.
You choose the rose love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever
CHORUS
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley.
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
The moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
She swore she'd be my love forever
Chorus
It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
Chorus
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
NOREEN BAWN
There's a spot in old Tir Conaill
There's a wee house in that glen
Where there dwelt an Irish colleen
Who charmed the hearts of men
She was winsome, hale and hearty
Shy and graceful as the fawn
Neighbors loved the widow's daughter
Happy, laughing Noreen Bawn.
Till one day arrived a letter
With her passage paid to go
To that place where the Missouri
And the Mississippi flow
She said good-bye to Erin
And next morning at the dawn
A broken-hearted mother
Said farewell to Noreen Bawn
Weary years that mother waited
Till one evening at the door
Stood a gorgeous looking lady
Awful grand the clothes she wore
Whispering, "Mother, don't you know me ?
Now I've only got a cold."
Yet those purple spots upon her cheeks
The tragic story told
There's a churchyard in Tir Conaill,
Where the blossoms sadly wave,
There's a broken hearted mother
Weeping o'er that lonely grave
"Poor Noreen", she is calling
"Tis I'm lonesome since you're gone,
"'Twas the curse of emigration
Laid you low, my Noreen Bawn."
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
NORA
LEE
All beside a small green hill 'neath a rowan tree
Sang a blackbird low and sweet
Sang Nora Lee Nora Lee,
Nora Lee laughing through the fair
Springtime goes the way you walk
And swallows in the air
In your blush the rose was born
In your voice a song
Your soft eyes a bright blue star
Lost its light among
When the mistletoe is green
Midst the winter snows
Sunshine in your face is seen
In your cheeks the rose
Though beside the small green hill
No glad bird may sing
In my heart your song endures
Take my golden ring Nora Lee,
Nora Lee laughing through the fair
Springtime goes the way you walk
And swallows in the air
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS
There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet
As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet
Oh the last rays of feeling and life must part
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green
'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill
Oh! no - it was something more exquisite still
Oh! no - it was something more exquisite still
'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear
And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve
When we see them reflected from looks that we love
When we see them reflected from looks that we love
Sweet Vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should
cease
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
THE LARK IN THE CLEAR AIR
Dear thoughts are in my mind, and my soul soars enchanted,
As I hear the sweet lark sing, in the clear air of the
day,
For a tender beaming smile to my hope has been granted,
And tomorrow she shall hear all my fond heart would
say.
I shall tell her all my love, all my soul's adoration.
And I think she will hear me, and will not say me nay;
It is this that gives my soul all its joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing, in the clear air of the
day.
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
MY
LAGAN LOVE
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby,
There blows a lily fair,
The twilight gleam is in her eye,
The night is on her hair.
And-like a love-sick lenanshee,
She hath my heart in thrall.
Nor life I owe, nor liberty,
For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled her eye to sleep,
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thro' the dooring peep;
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog-wood fire,
And hums in sad, sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire.
Her welcome like her love for me
Is from the heart within.
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint or sin.
When she was only fairy small,
Her gentle mother died.
But true love keeps her memory warm
By Lagan's silver side.
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
EILEEN OG
Eileen Oge, and that the darlin's name is
Through the barony her features they were famous
If we loved her, who is there to blame us
For wasn't she the pride of Petravore?
But her beauty made us all so shy
Not a man could look her in the eye
Boys, O boys, sure that's reason why
We're in mourning for the pride of Petravore
CHORUS
Eileen Og, me heart is growing grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of them like the pride of Petravore
Friday at the fair of Ballintubber
Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
I'd like to set me mark upon the robber
For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
He never seemed to see the girl at all
Even when she ogled him underneath her shawl
Looking big and masterful when she was looking small
Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore
Chorus
So it went as it was in the beginning
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Says he, 'I know a girl who'd knock you into fits
At that Eileen nearly lost her wits
The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
Chorus
Boys, O boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
Of my eye 'tis Eileen was the apple
And now to see her walkin' to the chapel
Wid the hardest featured man in Petravore
And now boys, this is all I have to say
When you do your courting make no display
If you want them running after you just walk the other
way
For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore
Chorus
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
THE CASTLE OF DROMORE
October winds lament around the Castle of Dromore
Yet peace is in its lofty halls inside its arch and
door.
Though Autumn winds may droop and die, a bud of spring
are you
CHORUS
Hush-a-bye, lul, lul, lo, lo, Ian, sing hush-a-bye lul,
loo
Bring no ill wind to hinder us, my helpless babe and
me
Dread spirit of Blackwater banks, Clan Eoin's wild banshee
And Holy Mary pitying, in heaven for grace doth sue
Sing hushabye, lul, lul, lo, lo, Ian; Sing hushabye,
lul, lul, loo
Take time to thrive, my Rose of hope, in the garden
of Dromore
Take heed young Eagle-till your wings are weathered
fit to soar
A little time and then our land is full of things to
do
Sing hushabye, lul, lul, lo, lo, Ian; Sing hushabye,
lul, lul, loo
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
BOOLAVOGUE
At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors from far and near
Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry
`Arm, Arm' he cried, `for I've come to lead you
For Ireland's freedom we fight or die.'
He led us on 'against the coming soldiers
And the cowardly yeomen we put to flight.
'Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave
For Father Murphy of County Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave
We took Camolin and Enniscorthy
And Wexford storming drove out our foe
'Twas at Slieve Coillte our pikes were reeking
With the crimson stream of the beaten Yeo
At Tubberneering and Ballyellis,
Full many a Hessian lay in his gore
And Father Murphy, had aid come over
The green flag floated from shore to shore
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney
Our heroes vainly stood back to back.
And the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy
And open Heaven to all your men.
The cause that called you may call to-morrow
In another fight for the Green again
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
WILD WICKLOW HILLS
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Music)
Used by permission
When I was nineteen, they sent me aboard,
A big ship that took me to France
The crash of a shell that half blew me to hell
Took a leg off for fear I might dance.
I lay in the mud that was crimson with blood
And was studded with shrapnel and shell, bloody hell
The pain in my thigh, it just darkened my sky
And I dreamt of the wild Wicklow hills
CHORUS
For Wicklow was peaceful that time of the year
The hush through her heather was all you could hear
in her hills and her valleys, no anguish or fear
There's peace on the wild Wicklow hills
The gave me a crutch and they sent me back home.
I pitied the men left behind.
For those not soon dead, they were numbered instead
As crippled, as maimed or as blind
At Charring Cross Station, they turned round the train
Took more human fodder to war
They hadn't a chance on the green fields of France
The Somme, it ran red with their gore
Chorus
The war to end war, it was counted in cost
Twenty eight million missing or dead
But rather that end it, the second time round
We just doubled the numbers instead
We've killed and we've maimed and we've slaughtered
again
And lord I just don't know what for
There's flies in the eyes of a child as he cries
Indifference goes on evermore
And Wicklow's still peaceful this time of the year
The hush through the heather is all you can hear
in her hills and her valleys, no anguish or fear
There's peace on the wild Wicklow hills, Oh Lord
There's peace on the wild Wicklow hills
Mystical Ireland - Dawn
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